We've been taking turns to pedal. Worthing sits happily in his baby seat - and waves.

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I've scrubbed (scrubben?) spiders nests from old flowerpots.

I've taken green-wood box cuttings.

I've been interviewed by yet another policeman.

Apparently (oh what a surprise! ! ! ) a neighbour thinks I'm spying on her. She says I've been peering into her garden through binoculars. She thinks I've been inspecting her washing line with the intention of stealing more of her clothes.

Maybe, on a far and distant planet, a female Martian is stomping round in one of Mrs Rustbridger's old and lacy tops - old tights arranged loosely round her ankles - skirt hitched high at the waist.

But (I asked the policeman) did he seriously think I admire Mrs Rustbridger's taste, her style . . . her anything?

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No your're not seeing things. The picture has been changing all the way through. The box bushes have grown. The clematis grew - then flowered - then vanished when the wind blew it to the other side of the wall. The light has changed too as we've moved away from winter - I've been wondering if anyone has ever noticed!

Hello, I am new to Blotanical and thought I would explore some of the blogs in the UK. It occured to me that offering Wooly Aphids a cup of tea and then a second might be a way of controlling how long they stay?

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MARTIAN

sounds like a cross between Welsh and Chinese.

Much of it comes from the back of the throat, ripples along the tongue and slams into the roof of the mouth.The intonation goes up and down a lot (which is pleasant) - but there are also a lot of startling exclamations mixed in, making the speaker seem aggressive to those who (like me) are used to speaking English.(Even when they aren't.)(Aggressive.)